She opened the window, and the faint fragrance floated into the house, taking away the smell of humidity and heat. The flowers, trees, and even the grass in the yard were fragrant. It had just rained, and the young man behind her was sleeping peacefully on a wicker chair. She just looked at it. Outside the garden was a chaotic world, and inside the garden was a miserable place wrapped in a cheongsam. Only she and this old house could bring him the peace he wanted.
She has no right or ability to speak, but she can see into his heart, and he, with his rich body, is actually a jar filled with all kinds of weird medicines, ready to be filled by anyone. Whether it is the torrent of time or the storm of the family, they are just a blade of grass in the hands of fate. Even so, I still want to hold hands and run through the long corridor like I did when I was a child...